#⋆˚ ⁀➴ 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 .ᐟ ˚⋆

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COOKING BY THE BOOK .ᐟ

summary ; baking with lancelot might seem fun, but you know what isn’t? not being able to bake. luckily, lancelot is a great teacher.

request ; “ HI HIII !!! can i please request a lancelot x reader where reader and him try baking some cookies but reader absolutely sucks at it so he teaches her how to bake and the ending is just lots of fluff 🙏🏼🙏🏼 thank you and i hope u have a great day ilysm :33 ” — @svpremedeity

pairing ; lancelot / black fem!reader

wc ; 966

tags ; fluff, established relationship, brutal honesty from lancelot, lancelot is a kitchen whizz like his dad!?? reader absolutely sucks at baking.

notes ; ahhhh!! ilyt!! i'm so so so sorry this took so long :((( i've been in a bit of a slump :cccc

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

it’s a rainy saturday morning in the middle of autumn, the leaves have changed their colours and fall gracefully to floor, the drag of the wind sways the trees whilst the gentle pitter-patter of rain chills the air, creating an incredibly soothing atmosphere.

you’re home alone at the moment, taking that as an opportunity to satisfy the endless cravings of a homemade treat. padding down the hallway to your kitchen, you contemplate what you’ll be baking and how much of it.

you rummage through your cabinets, digging through for the ingredients, and once everything is set out on the table, you begin the preparations. it’s just cookies, how hard could it be to make them?

you get out two different bowls, one for the dry ingredients and the other for the wet. considering the past failures in your cooking endeavours, you make it a point to follow a recipe that your mother frequently uses. nothing can go wrong as long as you follow a recipe, right?

elsewhere, lancelot feels a shiver run down his spine, making him rub his shoulders in discomfort. noticing him shiver, tristan, who he’d just flung to the side like a ragdoll, sends him a nasty side-eye. “getting sick, lance? don’t tell me you’re bothered by a little rain.”

“shut up and worry about yourself, moron. i’m not the one who’s been sneezing non stop despite suggesting to train in this weather. besides, that idiot is probably in the kitchen.”

tristan scoffs and rolls his eyes. he doesn’t need to be told who ‘that idiot’ is; he knows it you. he finds it odd that lancelot refers to you in such a condescending way despite his apparent fondness of you. he guesses that’s just how he is.

lancelot cuts their sparring session short and quickly heads over to your house. to his dismay, he does see you cooking from the window. sighing, he opens the front door, and with no warning, a metal mixing bowl is thrown straight at him. he ducks, whipping his head to you with a flabbergasted look as the bowl lands outside with a loud clatter.

“dammit, woman, what the fuck was that for?”

“i thought you were an intruder…” you mutter apologetically. “why’re you here anyway? weren’t you supposed to be busy training today?” you usher him inside, going to get a spare towel to dry him off.

“i got the feeling you were doing something stupid.”

“what? the only thing i’m doing is literally just baking. what the hell are you talking about?”

“exactly my point. you’re shit at cooking and baking.”

“am not!”

“are too.”

“am not– oh, shit, the cookies!”

he shakes his head in disbelief. seriously, could you not go a day without almost burning down something? this is why he’s banned you from the kitchen.

he watches as you frantically hurry about looking for your oven mitts and when you do find them and pull out the cookies, they’re a little charred. “see what i mean? you’re shit at this.”

your bottom lip juts out in a pout. “it doesn’t look that bad.. besides, i followed the recipe, so it should be fine.”

lancelot takes one cookie and examines it. he bites into it and shakes his head again. “it’s over stirred and way too salty. the chocolate chips didn’t melt well either. you wasted a lot of ingredients.”

your shoulders slump. despite the truth in his words, his blunt dismissal of your hard work causes you to feel bad. you’d made a lot of cookies to take to him.

lancelot notices the drop in your mood and sighs lowly. he walks closer to you, patting your back. “hey, it’s fine. not everyone is good in the kitchen.”

his attempts to lift your spirits are futile, and he smacks himself internally. “hey, c’mon, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” his arm wraps around your waist. “you know i didn’t mean it that way.”

you’re slightly appeased by the physical contact, but still down. lancelot breaks away from the hug and goes to wash up the bowls that you’d used, and also retrieved the one that was still laying outside in the rain from your earlier assault. he looks the recipe and gets out the necessary ingredients.

“c’mere, sweet girl,” he beckons you over and you begrudgingly oblige.

“i’ll teach you how to bake these in exchange for your forgiveness. how does that sound?”

you sniffle but nod anyway. lancelot pats your hip and the both of you get to baking. he makes sure to walk you through the steps and aides you in stirring the batter, making sure that it’sthe right consistency.

“chocolate chip or plain?”

“..chocolate chip..”

lancelot can’t help but smile at your mumbled response. while he puts the cookies in the oven, you decide to make hot chocolate for the both of you. you add in minimal sugar but a lot of milk with just a few marshmallows, just the way he likes it.

whilst waiting for the cookies, the both of you clean up in silence and occasionally take a sip from your beverages. and about twenty five minutes later when the cookies are golden brown and crispy, lancelot takes out the cookies, leaving them to cool off for a bit.

“they smell good..” you murmur. lancelot chuckles, pecking your cheek. “i’m glad you think so. here, try one.”

he holds a cookie up to your lips and when you take a bite, you can’t help but melt.

“good, huh?” he grins smugly.

“yeah.”

the rest of the day is spent with the both of you cuddled up by the window, fast asleep. the cookies and your hot chocolate are gone. maybe you should bake more often– with lancelot’s help of course.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 what’s more wrong ; that i too wish to be great or my mother wished she’d had a son?

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FIRST LOVE / LATE SPRING .ᐟ

summary ; as you drown in stress, curtesy of your mother and the ministers of her court, ludociel takes it upon himself to get you to relax.

pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader

wc ; 2.5k

tags ; set before the first holy war, mentions of injuries and decline in mental health, fluff, mutual pining.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

you let out a long, defeated sigh, collapsing onto the chair of your office, exhausted and more than ready to call it a day.

you’d been in a meeting for the past three hours with the ministers of the holy court; the one where all the influential nobles of the goddess clan’s government reside, and the one your mother and her maternal family oversees.

the reason for this meeting? the demon clan. why else would you have been abruptly disturbed in the middle of the day if not to discuss your sworn enemies?

out of all the issues they had to bring up during that long, three hour meeting, they just found the peace treaty you had put into place with meliodas the most pressing one. in their opinions, it was a “childish” way of handling things and the only way anyone will ever achieve peace would be through the eradication of demons as a whole.

you rub at your eyes tiredly, not caring if you smudged up your makeup— that is, until you have to represent your mother, only then would you frantically run around like a headless chicken to look presentable.

your gaze drifts towards the original copy of the treaty that you had framed on the wall in front of you, next to all the other documents you had officiated. the more you stare at it, the more your mood dampens. you recall them going on long rants and lecturing you on your seemingly never ending duties as the supreme deity’s heir; the words your cousin told you a few months ago now seems to make more sense than it did.

“those old coots aren’t going to stop ‘till their bathing in blood, even when they’re handed the peace they talk so much of on a gold platter.”

“i seriously have the worst luck,” you sigh, leaning your head back against the back of your chair. there’s a dull throbbing in the back of your head which elicits a tired grumble.

 when the meeting finally concluded, the ministers told you to think about taking down the peace treaty and to start trying to form allies with the other races. but how could you? you’d gone through hell and back– literally, just to get meliodas to hear you out! it took about three years before the treaty was finalized and passed but now they want it gone? only after two months? ridiculous. they’ll have to kill you first before such a thing happens.

“what ever shall i do about my mother and her infuriating family? and those godforsaken nobles too… stars, i almost died trying to get things to work in my favour and they just want to throw away my sacrifice? and for some useless war that only amounts to bloodshed no less,” your shoulders are slouched, your cheek pressing against the cool, wooden surface of your desk.

“it’s been nothing but peaceful too! all sunshine and rainbows but these tyrants are always itching for a fight.”

“tyrants? that’s a very creative way to address your extended family, my lady.”

you feel your soul damn near leaving your body. your head shoots up to see none other than ludociel, the archangel of flash, himself standing at the entrance of your office; his usual smile is in place on his lips.

“sir ludociel!” your spine shoots up and you’ve now regained proper posture. smiling sheepishly when he takes a step forward and shuts the door behind him softly. “i didn’t hear you come in…”

it appears that you’d been too focused on rambling to yourself about the frustrating officials that you failed to realize you were no longer alone. you feel the embarrassment creep into your bones at getting caught in your rants, and by ludociel no less. truly embarrassing.

“ah, no need to apologize, your highness. it was rude of me to enter without your say so. i offer my humblest apologies,” he bows, strands of his long, black locks falling into his face.

you watch as the strands fall in mesmerization, but you catch yourself staring too long and  let out an embarrassed chuckle, your voice wavering a bit. “it’s quite alright, you’re always welcome to stop by. but, what are you here for, if i may ask?”

“well, i was instructed to...”

you could already guess what he was sent here for, no doubt on your mother’s orders. that woman is really grating on your nerves. 

with a loud groan, your head collides against the smooth surface of your desk rather harshly. although you grumble in pain, there is no effort made to heal yourself; the pain blends in with your headache and you know that there’s definitely going to be a bruise later. you can almost hear the voice of your lady-in-waiting scolding you with an exasperated: “what am i to do with you, your highness?”

ludociel winces at the sight of you slamming your head down, then sighs at your hunched over and grumbling form. he’s noticed just how much everyone in the holy court, your mother included, has been giving you such a hard time ever since you signed off the peace treaty to put a stop to the holy war with meliodas. actually, anyone with half a brain would notice; your eye bags are getting more prominent by the day after all.

ludociel wouldn’t lie to himself, he too wasn’t pleased with the development as his entire goal is to bring the demon clan to ruin, but how could he tell you that when you’ve tried so hard to keep blood from spilling over? the lengths at which you go to for the betterment of the clan as well as its people are truly admirable, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you. the last thing he wanted was to breathe down your neck the same way everyone else was, you’re already stressed and overworked enough, he didn’t want to add onto that.

“how about you go get some fresh air, my lady? surely you must be feeling suffocated in here right about now,” the archangel suggests, walking over to your desk to stand behind you. his hands rest on your shoulders and gently work at the knots there to relieve the tension that had built up. ludociel lets out a low chuckle when you melt under his touch, your groan of approval letting him know to keep the pressure up.

“i would love to, but...”, you raise your head to look at the stacks of paperwork that had piled on your desk over the past few days, fully aware that the ministers had been giving you so much out of spite. petty bastards…

“you need a break, at this rate you’ll fall sick. you’re still recovering from...” ludociel doesn’t let himself finish that sentence. from the angle he stood, he could see some marks that trailed from the base of your neck and down into your dress, the discolouration of your skin making it obvious that you’d been burned in some way. it all happened during an expedition to cleanse a small village that had been overturned by demons, and you’d suffered a terrible hit by one of the demons there; a hellblaze to your back which left you incapable of flying for a while as well temporarily paralyzed, which meant a lot of bed rest. he gently thumbs at the burn marks, as if fearing that his touch would bring you pain once more.

when ludociel goes silent, your mind wanders back to the day you almost died. the day everything changed for you. you barely remember it but what you do know is that it’s a miracle you’re even alive now. if not for the fairy king gloxinia, you would’ve joined your ancestors a bit too early, and left the goddess clan with your younger sister, elizabeth, as its next ruler.

from what you were told, you’d been burnt down to the point where you were hardly recognizable, but, thank the creator for the fountain of youth that gloxinia was so gracious to allow you to drink from. and although your physical condition was restored, your mental health took a serious decline. you were tittering on the edge of insanity, leaving you out of office for a good while.

the silence unsettles ludociel. “my lady, will you take me up on that offer for a walk?”

his soothing voice breaks through your train of thought, and you blink out of your daze. “i really don’t know... i have so much work to do and i can’t really put any of it off,” you pause, reaching for your quill pen to actually start on your mountain of work.

the archangel frowns, one of his hands leaning over your shoulder to encase your smaller one in his, making sure to stop you from doing anything. you may be in the clear to continue working, but, the amount of stress you’re being subjected to might put you back onto a sickbed, and that caused him great worry.

“my lady, please. even if it’s for fifteen minutes?”

“but, if i take a break now, i’ll never get all of this done,” you attempt to protest, but he’s quick to shut you down.

“you have your aides for a reason, my lady.”

“while that’s true, this is my responsibility, not my aides’. i fear i’ve had them overworked for the time i was out of commission, i don’t want to put them through that again.” 

even at the stake of your own health, you still look out for others. what a remarkable person you are. but just as you are compassionate, you are stubborn and it makes the archangel sigh in exasperation. while he admires your ability to put your foot down and stand your ground, it can prove to be difficult to get you to listen to what others have to say, especially when it pertains to work related issues.

“listen to me, my lady,” he leans down closer to you, his hair tickling the back of your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulders. you shiver.

“you need to take care of yourself. taking on all these burdensome tasks by yourself is detrimental to your health! your aides are here for a reason, so please, take a break.”

you want to decline, you really want to, but how can you when he speaks to you in that gentle tone? the one that conveys just how worried he is for you. damn him, his good looks, and his equally soothing voice that’s very compelling to listen to.

you contemplate for a minute, silently weighing your options before heaving out a reluctant sigh and leaning back into your chair with a nod. “alright, i’ll ... i’ll take a break.”

ludociel’s lips curl upwards into a victorious smile. he holds his hand out to you. “how about a stroll through the gardens? i noticed the asters have bloomed again. they’re your favourite flowers, yes?”

you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as you take his hand, letting him gently pull you up to your feet. he knows you so well, too well in fact. not that you mind it, of course.

“yes, they are, and that sounds like a wonderful idea,” your smile turns bashful when his hand settles onto the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.

the archangel leads you through the halls of the celestial palace, the both of you walking silently, just enjoying each other’s company until you reach the gardens. the cool breeze combined with the calming aromas of the different flowers hit you, and you feel your body relax. ludociel feels it as well, noting how your muscles weren’t as tense as they were before. he’ll try to coax you into getting a massage later; mael’s hands do absolute wonders.

ludociel lets go of you, watching as you wander off to take a look around the garden as it had been a long while since you’d stopped by. although he’s letting you do your own thing, he keeps a watchful eye on you, quietly taking in the ethereal sight of you surrounded by flowers. an image fit for a princess, he muses, gazing at you adoringly.

you take a seat on the grass, glad to have some form of escape from your stuffy office, ludociel joins you. 

an hour passes with the both of you talking about this and that. he tells you how demon invasions in the western parts of the realm have gotten lesser to keep up their end of the peace treaty. your expression turns smug which makes ludociel shake his head fondly at you. ‘stars, she’s adorable,’ he thinks to himself.

as time passes you both by, you decide to braid flowers into his hair and you try your hardest to make sure that the image of ludociel adorned in flowers, which attracted a few butterflies over to him, was deeply ingrained into your memory. oh, elizabeth is definitely hearing about this when you get off work. hopefully she’ll be free by then and not off massacring some village of demons in your stead.

“It’s starting to get a little late. are you ready to head in, my lady?” ludociel rises to his feet, his armoured hand is outstretched to you as it always is. guiding and grounding, he’s always been there as a rock for you as someone you can confide in and depend on. you slip your hand into his, letting your fingers intertwine. he lifts you to your feet and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you smile at the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin.

“yes, let’s head back inside. i still have work to do.”

he shoots you a pointed look, so you immediately backtrack. “sorry..”

as you stroll through the marble halls of the palace you’ve grown accustomed to calling home, the one that’s housed all your memories, both good and bad, you hear small whispers from the maids, fully aware that they’re watching the both of you, giggling at the sight of your entwined fingers. there’ll definitely be rumours later, but you don’t really care, and you’re sure that ludociel doesn’t either.

“i told you a break would do you good,” he whispers to you, his deep voice, taking a smooth edge as he opens the door to your quarters. you step in before him and plop down onto your bed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. 

“oh, hush.” you might hate to admit it, but you’re definitely feeling much better than you did before.

“you know I’m right, my lady.”

“i suppose you are,” you grin at the playful banter you and him have, it brings you joy to be able to joke with someone as serious as him.

he stays rooted at the door frame, glad to see you relaxing and less on edge. “now that my goal has been achieved, i shall take my leave. i bid you a good night, your highness.“

just before he leaves, you call out to him and once his attention is on you once more, you give a gentle, thankful smile. “thank you. i really needed this.”

“it’s my pleasure, your highness.”

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03 | CONFRONTATION

summary ; after the boar hat owners nurse the wandering rust knight back to health, they being their interrogation. however, they’re met with more unruly customers; the holy knights.

wc ; 3.6k

tags ; attempted murder / treason, abuse of power, heavy dialogue and plot change, elizabeth has been aged up to 19, liones�� national drinking is 21 which implies that meliodas and the reader look anywhere between 21 and 28.

catalogue

instead of giving a response, the person tips backwards and slumps to the ground. their helmet rolls off on impact.

you look down at the mysterious person, eyes widening at who was inside the suit of armour. it was a young girl, no older than sixteen if you had to guess.

her long silver hair is sprawled out against the tavern floor as she naps peacefully, or as peacefully as she can in that uncomfortable looking armour of hers.

you notice how her breaths come out in short puffs, how her pale cheeks were; rosy from the heat, and a noticeable sheen of sweat that coats her porcelain skin. she has a fever, no doubt about that.

“this girl... isn’t she a little too young to be one of the eight deadly sins?” hawk inquires, observing the girl cautiously.

neither you, nor meliodas provide a reply. instead, you set the bags of flour down by the door, clapping your hands to get rid of the little flakes coating them so they don’t stain the girl’s skin. you drop to your knees next to her and feel her forehead. your eyebrows furrow at her temperature, it’s higher than you’d expected.

“she’s burning up. a fever most likely from exhaustion.” you state as meliodas helps you haul her onto her feet.

“she’s clearly been walking around in this armour for a while,” meliodas remarks as you guys turn down the hall and go up the stairs to your bedroom. once she’s situated on your bed, the both of you make quick work of stripping her out of the rusted armour.

“it’s a wonder how she managed to move around in this thing,” the blond pokes at the heap metal that is now discarded in the corner, while you rummage around your room looking for a clean washcloth.

“yeah, she looks a little frail to be walking around in such heavy armour, and with all that rust too,” you saunter over to the washroom, filling a basin with cold water to help bring down her temperature.

“maybe she’s stronger than she appears to be, we never know. she might be a holy knight for all we know.” he shrugs and turns on his heels, leaving the room to get the medicine you’d made for situations like this. hawk is left alone with the girl, watching over her until either of you get back.

when you reemerge from the bathroom after a short while, you set the basin down onto your nightstand and dip the washcloth into the cool water and gently place it onto her forehead afterward. meliodas lightly kicks open the door then sets down a glass of water and the medicine on the table. you three leave her to rest for a bit.

while waiting for her to regain consciousness, you head off to put away the flour and tidy up the bar area. there were a few tables and chairs that had gotten knocked over when the customers had vacated the tavern, ultimately messing up the floor with either food, alcohol or broken plates.

meliodas is glad that things had turned out this way, at least you wouldn’t kill him for the earlier altercation with those three customers. that is, unless hawk decides to run his mouth and snitch to you of course.

a few minutes pass, about twenty or so, and one of the girl’s finger twitches slightly. her eyes flutter open and she slowly sits up, blinking tiredly when the washcloth falls into her lap. “um... where am i?” she mutters to herself, looking around the unfamiliar bedroom in confusion.

her ears perk when she picks up your voices downstairs and she immediately begins to sweat uncontrollably. ‘h—have i been found out? whose voices are those? where even am i?!’

she notices her armour in the corner of the room and feels her anxiety build. she needs to escape, now. getting up from the bed, she sneaks out of the room, trying to find a way to leave without either of you knowing. at least, that’s what she had planned to do, but...

“hey there, how’re you feeling?”

the girl lets out a shriek, her heart thumping violently in her chest as she turns around to face meliodas. he blinks, not expecting her to react so strongly. had she not heard him coming? his footsteps weren’t that quiet.

silence falls between the two of them. she looks like a dear in headlights while meliodas is mildly worried.

“are you feeling okay? you were really burning up when we found you. did you take the medicine at the side of the bed?”

“u—um, i’m m—much better, thank you,” she replies timidly, fidgeting with her fingers.

‘i didn’t even hear him come up... i can’t dally here for too long. if i don’t leave soon, the holy knights will...’

further worried by her silence, meliodas decides to change the topic to something more lighthearted. “hey, you must be pretty hungry right about now. how ‘bout we head downstairs? my friend’s making food right now, and you can take the medicine she left for you afterwards.”

“n—no, thank you, i’m perfectly fine—“ the girl is cut off by her stomach growling and feels heat rush up onto her cheeks, much to her horror. meliodas on the other hand, chuckles and beckons her over, leading her to the stairs. “c’mon, let’s get some food into your belly. you need to get your strength back.”

when you hear footsteps getting closer to the bar area, you plate up the food for the girl and leave it on the counter. “hey, hey! looking better, i see,” you wave over to the girl. she waves back shyly.

she takes cautious steps over to you and slides onto the barstool. “um, thank you. but, who are you and where am i?”

“straight to the point, huh? well, i’m y/n, that guy over there is meliodas.”

her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she takes in your features and then shifts her gaze to meliodas. her eyes flicker over to the wanted posters on the board and concludes with disappointment that you’re not who she was hoping for.

‘they look nothing like them... i suppose it’s just a coincidence then...’

“you strolled into our shop and then passed out cold,” meliodas tells her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“your... shop?”

“this is the boar hat. it’s our bar,” you gesture to the barrels of alcohol behind you.

“you two are... the owners?” she questions uncertainly. the both of you looked like you had just reached the age to be allowed to consume alcohol, she hadn’t expected you guys to be owners of a whole bar! maybe this is why they say not to judge books by their covers. she can’t help it though, not when the both of you look to be only a couple of years older than her.

“is that so strange?” you chuckle, finding her expression cute. she frantically shakes her head, sputtering out an answer. “n—no!! well, maybe. but, i saw the sword on his back, so i just assumed...” she trails off, pointing to the dragon shaped sword hilt on meliodas’ back.

“oh, this old thing?” he reaches for the hilt of the sword and pulls it out, eliciting a small yelp from the girl. he laughs at her jumpy nature.

“did i scare you?” he grins. “if i flash the handle, it does looks like the real thing, so i don’t really blame you for having suspicions.

and just as quickly as he had pulled out the broken blade, he placed it back into its scabbard. “call it a deterrent against people skipping out on their tab.”

“and i wonder why that is, you moron. it’s only thanks to y/n that it doesn’t happen often and we haven’t gone out of business yet” hawk snorts, giving meliodas a pointed look to which the blond responds with a middle finger.

the girl’s eyes widens when she hears hawk speak. she leaps off the counter immediately and goes straight to engulf the pig in a hug, rubbing him and giggling happily. you place your hands on your hips and smile at the interaction.

“it’s a talking piggy!” she squeals excitedly but who could blame her, really? it is a talking pig! you don’t see something like that everyday.

“the name’s hawk. pleasure to meet you.”

“oh, you’re so adorable!! long ago, i pestered my father to give me one as a birthday present!” she shares, hugging hawk tightly. the pig stands unfazed, like this has happened many times before.

“did you get a pig?” you question and almost regret it when her smile slowly fades and she responds with a small, downtrodden ‘no’.

“hey, how about you get to eating? you can hug hawk as much as you want afterwards,” meliodas offers a smile.

“alright,” she murmured as she gets back onto the stool and stares down at her plate. she feels a little bad about suspecting you guys to be working with the holy knights now... but she can’t let her guard down, even though you’ve taken care of her out o the goodness of your hearts and the food you’ve served looks really yummy.

“first you nurse me back to health, and now you’re feeding me... how can i ever repay you?" she murmurs, staring down at the food.

you chuckle and reach over to pat her head, softly tousling the silky silver strands of her hair. “don’t worry your pretty little head about it and just eat, okay? it’s on the house.”

“isn’t that bad for your business?”

“please just eat it.”

“okay. here goes.” she lifts her fork to her mouth and puts the food into her mouth. her eyes widen and she visibly melts as she chews and swallows.

“what do you think? good stuff, right?” meliodas grins, nudging you playfully. "n/n’s one of the best cooks i’ve ever met, y’know? she’s a total goddess in the kitchen.”

a single tear slides down her cheeks and more followed suite. you exchange a worried look with the other two, not expecting her to start crying.

“hey, you okay?” you ask softly rubbing her shoulder in comfort.

“yeah, i’m fine… it’s just that i haven’t had a proper meal in a while and this is really delicious,” she smiles, wiping her eyes, continuing to eat.

“…say, what were you doing, walking around in that armour?” meliodas inquires after a moment of silence, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“oh, that’s...” she hesitates, not knowing if she could entirely trust you with her reasoning, but decides to tell you guys anyway. “i’m searching for the eight deadly sins.”

“we gathered that much when you stumbled in here calling out for them,” hawk huffs.

“shut it, porky. anyway, why on earth would you be looking for eight deadly criminals?”

“yeah, not to mention that nobody knows if they’re even alive or dead. those guys are seriously fucked in the head, aren’t they?” meliodas leaned against the countertop, his chin resting on his palm.

she goes quiet for a moment, contemplating what to say in response to that. she knew that questions like these were inevitable but still, she’d like to not have her decisions be put under scrutiny for once. when she opens her mouth to speak again, she’s interrupted by a series of loud knocks to the door.

“open up! we got a report from some villagers! we, the order of the beard of the mountain cat, serve under the holy knights and are stationed at the mountain’s base!” a male voice proclaims.

“we’re here to arrest the rust knight, potentially one of the eight deadly sins!” he continues on. “come out peacefully!”

“again with the unruly customers?” meliodas sighs to himself. “and what’s with that ridiculous order name? the beard of the mountain cat? really?”

meanwhile….

“look allioni, are these eight deadly sins even all that dangerous anymore? surely they must be a couple of old geezers by now,” one of the knights outside speaks up, annoyedly crossing his arms.

allioni glares down at him. “take this seriously, will you? the eight deadly sins were the ones who massacred a dozen of holy knights ten years ago, the holy knight’s grand master included! i saw just how bad it was with my own eyes! it was a blood bath!! if we don’t catch these fiends, the realm will be in danger!”

“yeah, but—“

“there should be no buts if you understand the implications of our responsibility! it’s our jobs as holy knights to make sure that the kingdom is safe, even if it means catching the eight deadly sins and putting them down or dying in the process!”

the knights go quiet after allioni's passionate rant. one of them sighs and steps forward, and bangs on the tavern’s door again.

“what the hell are you doing!? come out here!”

you put on a smile as you open the door, wanting to be as polite as you could in order to get them off your backs. “sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen. is there something i can help you with?”

“and you are?” the third tallest of the bunch asks, a condescending eyebrow raised at you, your eye twitches. holy knights and their egos.

“i’m one of the owners of this establishment. you are holy knights, yes?”

“where’s the rust knight? send him out!”

“being polite wouldn’t kill you, but whatever.” turning back into the tavern to avoid their angry glares, you gesture for the rust knight to come forward.

the knights tense at your easy compliance to their demands, but when hawk comes through the door in bits and pieces of the armour that was discarded in your room, they deadpan.

“you called? i am the great sir hawk, the rust knight!”

“th—this pig is one of the eight deadly sins?!”

“of course it isn’t, moron!”

you stifle your laugh as they stare at hawk in bewilderment. their expressions are amusing, but you know better than to laugh out loud. the sensitivity towards their egos is something you've come to face many times while dealing with holy knights in the past.

“h—how dare you! i’m the captain of the order of scraps disposal!” the pig states proudly. wow, he’s really playing into this role, not that you’re surprised. the pig did have an ego problem.

“there is no such order!”

you accidentally let a laugh slip, but cough to cover it up when you're given an annoyed glare. “so, is this the person— err, animal you were looking for?” you question innocently, smiling.

one of the knights steps forward and stares up at you, damn you are tall for a woman. although you’re many inches taller than this knight, that doesn’t make him back down in trying to establish his dominance (or whatever bullshit holy knights typically do when their egos are threatened).

“you’ve got some nerve, making sport of knights,” he scowls. “i’ll give you one more chance, bring out the rust knight.”

“but—“

“hey! a woman just ran out the back!” one of the other knights interrupts you. allioni’s head swivels back to his fellow knight and you curse under your breath.

you move to run after her, but you’re stopped when the biggest of the bunch grabs onto your arm. “so, this was your plan all along, huh? did you really think you could get away with fooling holy knights, you wench?”

your eye twitches at his insult. the nerve of this guy. who does he think he is talking to you like that? you ought to knock him down a peg or five.

“what did you just call me?”

“oh, so you’re deaf too, huh?” he yanks you into him, spinning you around and holding your arms behind your back.

“didn’t your mother ever teach you guys how to treat a lady?”

“shut it, woman,” allioni glared at you before turning to the others. “inform sir twigo at once! and take this one back with you.

by this point, you were pissed off. with a sharp whistle, a low, menacing hissing sound is heard from within the tavern as it steadily creeps closer to the door.

“what’s that noise? a snake?”

a few seconds later, a massive, black ball python with intense vermillion eyes emerge from the door way, looming threateningly over the group, freezing them in their spots. you take this opportunity to free yourself from the knight's vice grip. you lower your body, shifting your weight and lowering your centre of gravity, which tilts the knight forward. you then flip him over your body and onto the ground and he lands with a harsh thud and a grunt. you promptly sprint into the forest to catch up to the girl immediately after.

allioni curses under his breath. “don’t just stand there like idiots! two of you should fend that thing off, the others and i will chase after those two. that first woman must be the rust knight! after her and the other one!”

“yes!”

you dash through the thick forest, jumping over and ducking under the tree roots. the girl was no longer anywhere in sight, leaving only you to shake them off.

“i order you to stop in the name of the law! any further attempt to evade us will bring about serious consequences!” allioni yells at you as he and three others pursue you deeper into the forest. you grunt at how you had forgotten to bring something to fend them off with. you hadn’t wanted to raise suspicion by walking out with a weapon, but you’re starting to regret that now.

however, a sudden, loud shriek from behind catches your attention and allioni’s.

“what is it? what happened!?” he doesn’t turn his head back. man, he really is determined to capture, huh?

“th—the pig is charging at us!”

“if its not the damn snake, you shouldn’t have a problem fending it off!”

“wow, you’re quite harsh,” you comment loud enough for him to hear you. he scoffed in response and yelled at you to shut up once more.

“hey, hawk, if you get these guys off my ass, i’ll triple your scraps. deal?”

“you ain’t gotta tell me twice!”

allioni yells at hawk to get away from him after he’d succeed in knocking his two comrades into opposite sides of the forest. the young knight speeds up to hopefully outrun him but then skids to a stop to keep himself from going off the cliff’s edge when he reached the forest’s clearing. allioni looked around for you or the girl in confusion as neither of you were in sight.

“they’re... not here...? how—“ before he could properly grasp the situation, he gets knocked off the cliff by hawk. you watch from above as he falls into the clearing of trees below. ‘it’s a shame, he was kind of cute, but he’s got a horrible attitude.’

you then turn to face meliodas and the girl who was sitting between you both, offering her thanks. the snake from earlier materializes beside you and hisses softly. you stroke the underside of his chin as he makes himself at home on your shoulders. “one of them got away, huh? that’s alright, you did your best.”

the girl looks at your snake curiously as meliodas helps her out of the tree. you both lead her out of the forest and onto the clearing by the cliffside.

“you’ve stirred up quite the trouble, miss. now would be a good time to tell us exactly why you’re looking for the eight deadly sins.”

she takes in a breath to work up the courage to come clean. it’s the least she could do after you guys saved her... twice...

“...it’s just so that i can stop the holy knights.”

whatever you were expecting her to say, it definitely wasn’t that. her answers keep surprising you by the minute.

“stop the holy knights? do you hear yourself, lady? what’re you trying to stop them from doing? the holy knights are the knights who protect liones, they’re heroes!” hawk huffs out.

“but what if these ‘heroes’ were preparing to start a war in this country?” she refutes, sarcasm dripping from her tone when she says ‘heroes’.

“miss, i beg your finest pardon?”

“you probably don’t know this, nobody does actually, but not too long ago, the entire royal family except for the former king were arrested and imprisoned by the holy knights, even the queen who’s supposed to be on the throne,” she recounts, turning away from you all.

“the royal family was what!? so you mean the queen isn’t tending to the former king that’s laid up in bed, sick?” hawk gasps. she shakes her head.

“that’s a cover story that the holy knights have been circulating. her majesty has been imprisoned in the west tower where only the most gruesome criminals are held. the only person that has control over the government now is the king consort and the two holy knight grandmasters.” her expression is one of sadness and your eyes furrow. that’s quite a bit of information which leads you to conclude that she’s either a royal or a holy knight that is still loyal towards the royal family.

“war, huh? who are they planning to fight? and what’s the reason for this war anyway? is it so important that they would launch a coup and imprison the royals?”

“i don’t know who they intend to fight or what they intend to accomplish by starting a war, but... they’re already conscripting people from the kingdom and surrounding villages, making preparations slowly but surely.”

“seriously?” hawk muttered, aghast at the news.

“damn, that’s rough,” meliodas tucks his hands into his pants, speaking nonchalantly.

“why do you never take anything seriously?” the pig scoffs at him, shooting a nasty side eye.

“but, if they’re planning to start a war, i still don’t see how any of that ties in with the eight deadly sins. they’re wanted criminals and are despised by all,” you fold your arms. “it would be illogical to seek out betrayers of the country, no?”

“no, you’re wrong, if there is any hope of stopping the holy knights, it lies with the eight deadly sins, and them alone!”

“alright, let me get this straight. you’re looking for the eight deadly sins knowing what kind of people they are?” meliodas raises an eyebrow at her. “what makes you think they would provide you with their help. what makes you think they’re even alive? pretty dumb plan, i have to say. but props to you for the effort.”

“the eight deadly sins... they the mightiest, most vile order of knights in the kingdom, composed of eight terrible criminals, each with the mark of a beast branded on their body. ten years ago, they were attacked with full force by all the knights of the realm on suspicion of attempting to overthrow the kingdom and were scattered to the four winds,” she narrates before looking at you three with a blazing intensity in her pale blue eyes, “that’s what everyone says, but i fully believe that what happened ten years ago wasn’t their doing! they wouldn’t have betrayed the country like that!”

“you have a surprising amount of faith in people who were all criminals before being grouped together. everyone should’ve seen their treason coming from miles away. besides, i heard rumours saying they’re all dead,” meliodas scratched his nape. you look down at him. he was intentionally egging her on but for what reason, you’re not sure.

“such amazing people wouldn’t die that easily!”

“again, woman, these guys are criminals. they’re bound to be dead by now or at least caught... and you seeking out their help is a large act of treason, no?”

the relentless interrogation your friend suddenly sprung upon her caused tears of frustration to form in her eyes. she was clearly getting overwhelmed with his questions. “why can’t you understand!? get it into that thick skull of yours it’s the holy knights who are really causing people to suffer!”

you three are stunned to silence at her outburst. her usually soft voice held such strong emotion that it came out a lot sharper and harsher than she probably would’ve intended.

she quickly backtracks. “apologies, i didn’t mean to snap at you… i just got so overwhelmed and— eek..!”

whatever the girl was about to say dies in her throat as the cliffside you four were standing on suddenly crumbles beneath your feet, sending the lot of you pummelling straight to the forest below.

“oh, give me a break!” hawk groans.

“oops, i forgot to confirm if they were the people we were looking for or not. that’s my bad. oh, well, i guess that’ll be three deaths tallied.”

[venuscxre]

02 | THE KNIGHT IN RUSTED ARMOUR

summary ; it’s a relatively peaceful day at the boar hat tavern, booze, food and even talking pigs! nothing could go wrong, right? wrong!! things take an unexpected turn when the rumoured “wandering rust knight,” a supposed member of the eight deadly sins, stumbles into the bar.

wc ; 2.6k

tags ; mentions of murder, meliodas is a sassy little shit, i made him look like he’s in his early-mid twenties and gave him a couple of inches.

notes ; (n/n): nickname. merry christmas!! think of this as a present ;3

catalogue

TEN YEARS LATER. NEAR CAINS TOWN.

heavy metal footsteps echo into the early morning, disturbing the calm solace brought by the singing of the of birds. a figure clad in armour treks through an open field, the metal creaks loudly with each step they take, evidence of its poor condition due to rust. a worn out purple cloak is draped over their shoulders, swaying as they move.

they stop walking for a bit to admire the rising sun that has begun to show itself from in between the far away valleys, taking in the breathtaking sight before continuing on their journey.

MEANWHILE… THE BOAR HAT TAVERN.

“here you are, five steins! thanks for waiting!”

a young looking, blond man cheerfully places down five cups of alcohol onto one of the many round, wooden tables in the tavern ; each filled to the brim and slightly overflowing. the bar is bustling with conversations and has a light, peaceful atmosphere, the space devoid of any hostility as men of all ages drink, joke, and eat to their fill.

the door swings open, a soft chime of a bell signalling the arrival of more customers. “hey! got room for more?”

turning his head towards the newcomers, the waiter gives a smile. “how many?”

“a party of three.”

“right over here!” he waves them over, ushering them into the cramped space. turning to another customer, he mutters out a polite “sorry, could you scoot over a bit?”

once everyone is settled in and comfortable, the waiter excuses himself to refill more cups and deliver orders to the cook who was humming a light tune, waiting for the meat pies in the oven to bake.

“for such a young man, he’s a hardworking waiter,” one of the customers remark, smiling drunkenly.

“i concur. these two sure work hard. the food and booze here is great! and so is the customer service! you don’t see that much around here anymore,” another adds in, taking slow sips of his liquor.

taking full offence to being labelled as a waiter, meliodas turns his head back towards the table of men that were talking about him. he lets out a small huff of annoyance, his lips pulled into a pout. “hey, i’m not a waiter, i’m the owner!”

silence ensues. “what?”

“this is my place—“

“ahem.”

he immediately backtracks. “this is our place. the cook over there is my co-owner.” with that, he plods off, continuing on with his task.

the customer’s jaws are slack in bewilderment. they stare at him with wide eyes. “the owners? youngsters like them?”

“no way… they look like they just hit the national drinking age...”

you snort at their presumptions of you both, while meliodas is less than pleased. he shoots you an unamused look to which you respond with a cheeky smile.

meliodas lets out a short scoff, mumbling under his breath about how ‘he couldn’t believe this level of disrespect in his own establishment.’

you watch him, amused, before turning your attention back to the oven. you take out the now freshly baked meat pies and place them on the counter for meliodas to pick up when he’s done with his current alcohol runs.

you take the unbaked ones next to you and slide them into the oven, dusting the flour off your hands afterwards. tapping your foot with a soft hum, it doesn’t take long for your gaze to wander down towards the sack of flour that’s slumped against one of the cabinets. you gauge that it wouldn’t be enough to make even a single pie.

“time to get out the new bag,” you mutter, rounding the counter and step into the pantry to get another bag of flour. you rummage through the dark closet for five minutes, cursing under your breath. did meliodas not get flour like you told him to last weekend? damn it.

heaving out an annoyed sigh at the blond’s forgetfulness, you step out into the bar area once more, undoing the perfect knot on the back of your apron and slip it over your head.

“what’re you doing, n/n?” meliodas turns his attention to you, quirking a confused eyebrow when he sees you’ve taken off your apron.

“i’m going to run to the market real quick, we’re out of flour. you didn’t restock like you were supposed to,” you remark snidely, already halfway to the door. his tan cheeks flood with colour out of embarrassment. so that’s what he had forgotten to do?

“make sure to take the meat pie out of the oven in fifteen to twenty minutes. i’ll probably be back by then, but do so just in case i’m not. and under no circumstances are you permitted to do any cooking. steer clear of the kitchen until i get back. understood?”

“stay away from cooking and take the meat pie out of the oven! you got it! you can count on me, n/n!” he gives you a playful salute, drawing out amused chuckles from the customers.

“i sure hope so...”

unfortunately, it hadn’t been up to ten minutes since you left, and the promise meliodas made to you about staying out of your kitchen was quickly broken.

now, in meliodas’ defence, he really tried to abide by your instructions, he really did! but some customers had started getting fussy about wanting more food. as the owner, he was left with no choice but to comply! and, he did try to tell them that culinary arts wasn’t his strong suit, but they just wouldn’t listen to him! he couldn’t have the tavern’s name go up in smoke!! but, with the quality of his cooking, he wasn’t even sure why he bothered in the first place.

gods, you’re definitely going to make a meal out of him when you get back.

“what the hell is this crap!?”

meliodas stands in front of three angry customers, the food he’d served them discarded on the floor, pieces of the glass plate used sticking out of the chunks of food. he’s already come to terms with his fate. if these guys didn’t kill him, you’d surely get the job done. that was one of your favourite plates.

the three customers tower over him, dwarfing him easily. they all look incredibly pissed too; ready to pummel him into the ground.

“you see, i’m not the best when it comes to making food. that’s why n/n told me not to cook anything. i did tell you to wait ‘till she gets back, but you didn’t listen,” he gives a nonchalant shrug after laying out his smartass response. he was right after all, the other customers can attest to that.

the bigger man of the three fumes more at his statement and picks him up by his shirt’s collar, hoisting him up into the air to be at eye level. “what the hell did you say, you punk!? you wanna die?!”

“woah there, big fella! it was an honest mistake, let ‘im go!”

and just like that, the boar hat’s cheery atmosphere turned sour and hostile in a matter of seconds. the three men argued angrily with the other customers. with the way things were going, the customers were teetering on the verge of a bar fight breaking out.

‘sheesh, tough crowd,’ meliodas sulks, still hanging in the air.

“hey! what’s with all this damn racket, you big oafs!?”

everyone quiets down immediately, their attention shifting to see who’d spoken. the tavern goes quiet as they’re met with... a talking pig?

“what the hell are you imbeciles screaming for, huh!? and why is there food all over the floor!?”

“the— the pig... it’s talking!”

“don’t get surprised by every little thing! you see, this is why i hate hillbillies!”

meliodas turns to the pig with a grin, wriggling out of the tight grip on his collar. “hawk, just in time! i need you to help me clean the floor!”

hawk clicks his tongue in disdain, trotting closer to the scene. “why do you even need me for this? and where’s y/n?”

“she’s out right now.”

the pig sighs and inspects the food, grumbling. “there’re glass shards in there. i’m not eating that.”

“oh, come on,” meliodas rolls his eyes, “what’s a little bit of glass?”

“if you don’t think it’s such a big deal, you eat it then!” hawk huffs, annoyed.

“so damn dramatic. you’re our scraps disposal for a reason, hawk.” the blond scoffs quietly, walking into the pantry to grab a broom to clean up the food himself.

pretending not to hear his comment, hawk tilts his head up to look at the ones responsible for the ruckus. “oi, you three. this moron can’t cook to save his life. if he tells you to wait ‘till the cook gets back, you wait ‘till she gets back! don’t complain unless you want to end up with food poisoning!”

huffing, the men set their table back upright before sitting down, embarrassed to have been scolded by a literal pig whilst muttering about the terrible customer service.

once everyone is back at their tables and the floor is clean once more, meliodas serves another round of alcohol to lighten up the mood. however, just as he sets down the last cup, the tavern door violently swings open, damn near taking it off its hinges. in the doorway is a man hunched over and panting, sweat dribbling down his face.

“my fucking door—”

“i—i saw it...!” the man’s voice comes out panicked and rushed, barely getting the words out with how hard he's breathing. everyone looks at him curiously and meliodas ushers him inside, albeit still salty about how hard he’d opened the door. he then goes off to get the poor guy a drink.

“i’m positive that what i saw, was the wandering rust knight!”

the silence is loud at his confession for a few minutes before it’s broken by drunken laughter. the newcomer shrinks in his seat out of embarrassment. maybe he should’ve just kept his mouth shut...

“the wandering rust knight? what’s that about?” meliodas sets a cup down in front of the newcomer, tilting his head curiously.

“it isn’t anything to worry about, just some silly tale to scare children into behaving,” another customer waves it off, downing the rest of his drink.

“if you keep misbehaving, one of the eight deadly sins will come for you in armour that’s rusty from blood!”

a few hearty laughs are drawn out from the joke. meliodas, however, looks as clueless as ever. “the eight deadly sins?”

“yeah. haven’t you heard of ‘em, son?”

“i’m not your son,” meliodas mutters, annoyed at the way they’re babying him. nevertheless he admits to not knowing the group just mentioned.

“well, that’s a surprise, they’re pretty well known. they’re on the wanted posters, those ones over there,” the man nudges his head over to the board that had the wanted posters of the eight criminals, their names lining the bottom of their faces.

“i think it was about ten years ago? that big fracas where dozens of holy knights who had gathered across the land were all butchered during the kingdom’s founding celebration. it was a blood bath. these eight deadly sins were the bastards who did it. they say that the way the holy knights’ grand master himself was killed was too gruesome to look at.”

“the former king was out of his mind for arranging a faction of criminals in the first place. the old coot really set himself up.”

“yeah! those guys were a threat to everyone! not to mention that their captain and vice captain, meliodas and y/n, are the scariest of the bunch. they say those two have brought down whole countries. monsters, truly.”

the blond nods in understanding at their explanations. “sounds interesting. have they been caught yet?”

a tense silence follows.

“well? have they?”

“...no, not a single one of them...”

“ah, that’s a problem then, isn’t it?” he cocks an eyebrow, subtle amusement swirling in his eyes. “i mean, if they’re sooo dangerous, then surely they should be behind bars, right? it’s already been ten years, hasn’t it?”

“i—i... well... yeah, it’s a huge issue. but, some of the rumours i’ve heard say they’re all dead.”

“they’re dead, they have to be. the new holy knights wouldn’t let them live.”

“oh, please. the same holy knights that can’t even catch petty thieves these days? yeah, right.”

“don’t say things like that, you’ll get yourself beheaded!”

“it’s the truth, though! they’re all incompetent, good-for-nothing assholes!”

“how dare you! the holy knights are the ones who’re keeping the kingdom safe while that damned queen is doing who knows what? it makes me wonder why we didn’t just have old bartra take his last breaths on the throne.”

“you talked about me getting beheaded for saying the damn truth about those good-for-nothing holy knights, but you’ll go ahead and talk about the queen? go fuck yourself!”

“you bastard—”

the bar becomes rowdy again. words are being thrown now, each man was recounting the rumours he’d heard and using it to counter other claims. the varying information being shared had greatly dampened the atmosphere, creating tension.

‘after i got them to settle down too,’ meliodas rolls his eyes at their behaviour, salty about how things were going but wouldn't complain. the gossip was too good to pass up anyway.

“but... this wanted board is updated every year,” the newcomer butts in nervously, “wouldn’t that mean that they’re not dead or even caught yet?”

“what the fuck did you just say?”

“think about it! if the eight deadly sins have been caught and put down, why are their wanted posters still up? it’s been ten years already and the holy knights haven’t even come close to locating these guys!”

everyone goes quiet at his words, leaving the question to hang in the air for a moment before the awkward silence is broken.

“whatever, man... all this talk of a knight walking around in rusted armour is kinda farfetched, right?”

“y—yeah, it’s crazy...”

a quick change of conversation is made to brush off the possibility that the eight deadly sins haven’t been caught and put down yet by the kingdom’s oh-so-competent holy knights. there wasn’t any evidence they could use to refute that claim, it made too much sense.

idle chatter fills the room once more. meliodas takes note of how the tension seems to have increased. it takes a few minutes and two more rounds of alcohol before everyone begins to loosen up again. it’s peaceful for about thirty minutes; people are making jokes again, some are even singing songs. they’re all terrible and off key, but it’s the fun the counts, no?

however, loud, heavy, metal footsteps make their way towards the tavern, alerting the bar owner and the customers that someone was coming towards them.

“it’s probably a holy knight. maybe they heard the shit-talking you did earlier,” one man snickered drunkenly, nudging the guy next to him.

“this smell... it’s rust...” hawk mutters. meliodas looks down at him, then back at the door. he unconsciously grasps the hilt of the dragon looking sword on his back, having a bad feeling about the approaching knight.

the door slowly creaks open and standing in the doorway is a knight in full armour, a strong smell of rust accompanying their entrance. they wobble into the bar, making the customers freeze up in fear at the realization that this wasn't any ordinary holy knight.

“the eight deadly sins...”

their voice comes out ragged and in broken pants, their helmet muffling their voice greatly.

“t—t—t—the wandering rust knight...!” the men shriek in unison, and immediately scramble to their feet and run out of the boar hat. some were screaming, others crying and coming close to pissing themselves as they bolt down the hill in fear of their lives.

you had been coming back up to the tavern, two bags of flour slung over you shoulders. you stare in confusion seeing the customers run out, yelling about some ‘wandering rust knight,’ and how he was going to kill them all.

you take cautious steps towards the tavern and peer inside. right before your very eyes, in the middle of your bar, was a knight in rusted armour. it seems that all the rumours were true after all.

you watch as meliodas flips himself over the counter, taking brisk steps towards the mysterious figure that had let themself into your bar.

“who the hell are you?”

[venuscxre]

HEY LOVER .ᐟ

summary ; boyfriend!tristan x giant gf!reader headcannons.

request ; “ can I request tristan liones bf hcs with a gf who’s a giant and king and diane’s adoptive daughter? ” — anon

pairing ; tristan / black fem giant!reader

tags ; fluff, established relationship.

notes ; a tristan request this time around!!

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

tristan is just like his daddy, always somehow attracting women that are taller than him by far.

tristan is an incredibly gentle boyfriend, and if you’re anything like your adoptive mother, diane, your constant mood changes are capable of giving a man whiplash. tristan, however, is well versed in keeping his girl happy at all times.

he tries not to show it often, but he’s incredibly smitten with how much stronger you are and loves it when you’re at your full height rather than when you shrink down. he’s proud of you and if anyone tries to make it seem that your relationship is weird, he’ll damn near turn into a tyrant.

tristan is so male wife coded. he’s always making you little things or getting small trinkets that remind him of you and always surprises you with your favourite foods and snacks. oh, you’re eyeing down a nice looking dress? he’s getting it for you and scouring the ends of the world to find a mage who can make sure that you have another version that enters you at full size. oh, you want a crepe or something else that’s sweet? he’s buying out the entire stand. he loves his girl and will do everything in his power to spoil her.

naturally, as a knight of the apocalypse, he can’t be with you as long as you’d like, but if you give him something to hold onto as a way to remember you, he’s never taking it off. he’ll use it to brag about when he’s away for long term missions. random people that you don’t even know will have more information on you that most of the people you do know. why? because your boyfriend doesn’t know when to shut up about you.

you both have definitely gotten embarrassed by your parents since they’re very close to each other. diane and elizabeth will pull out picture albums from when you both were infants and will make sure to provide context on each one. king and meliodas just watch from the sidelines in amusement as their wives turn their children into blushing messes.

your siblings are very protective of you at first but since it’s tristan, they learn to warm up a little more. they treat him like one of you guys after he expressed how lonely he is as an only child. (cue meliodas teasing elizabeth with an “we should make him another sibling so he’s less lonely.” she smacks him after that.)

tristan knows how sensitive of a topic it is for you whenever someone mentions how you’re adopted. you’re well aware that your parents love you as if you’re actually one of their own, but whenever someone points out you’re adopted just to bring you down, you get all sad and disappear for hours on end which really worries him. he knows you like to be left alone during those times and when you get back, his and your family have a nice dinner laid out comprising of all your favourite foods, that he cooked, to make you feel better.

tristan is a mama’s boy, so he knows just what a woman likes or dislikes and can get the hint on certain things that most guys miss, that makes him really popular with the girls, much to your dismay. he knows you get jealous really easily and always makes it a point to assure you that you're the only girl in his life.

we all know that there’s a bit of a tension between tristan and lancelot as well as tristan and his father. whenever he gets in a mood, he likes to have you cuddle him up in your full height. he likes to be enveloped in you when he’s upset.

tristan loves to kiss you, especially when you’re in your full height. he’ll summon his wings and kiss all over your face, muttering an “i love you,” in between each one. and when your soft lips completely smother his face in response? he’s so happy he could fly to the sun. he’s absolutely and completely whipped for you.

lancelot may be a more nonchalant, reserved and mischievous lover, but tristan is more open and gentle with his affections. but one thing’s for sure; they love their partners.

overall, tristan is a great boyfriend! 10/10 would date :33!!

[venuscxre]

NURSE’S OFFICE .ᐟ

summary ; escanor finds himself in a precarious state after facing off assault mode meliodas. naturally, you’re tasked with bringing him back to peak condition.

request ; “ hihihi may I ask you to write a one-shot where escanor gets sick and the reader takes care of him, please? ” — anon

pairing ; escanor / black fem druid!reader

wc ; 607.

tags ; fluff, burnt out escanor, druid!reader, takes place in the second holy war.

notes ; my first escanor request. i lowkey had trouble writing this so it’s short and might be a little bad.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

it’s a rather peaceful day in britannia, well, as peaceful as it can be with demons currently invading the realm. 

as a druid, you’ve been working overtime trying to fend off lesser demons and also heal up any citizens that had gotten harmed during an attack. what you weren’t expecting, however, was to be tending to the seven deadly sins’ strongest member. that’s right, the person you're currently tending to is none other than the lion sin of pride, escanor, himself. it almost feels surreal.

he’s badly hurt. from what you’d gathered from the other sins, he was engaged in a battle to the death with meliodas who had gone on a rampage in his assault form. he was able to put the demon prince out of commission, but the whole ordeal took a toll on him.

currently, you’re healing his wounds and applying some herbs to help as well. your healing skills might not be the most proficient, but you’re damn good at making medicine and ointments.

escanor, beginning to regain his consciousness, reached out and grabbed your hand when it hovered over one of his wounds. you blink in surprise, then offer a kind smile. his reflexes are incredible.

“lord escanor,” you start off gently, “it’s a relief that you’re awake. how are you feeling?”

the lion sin looks at you, his tight grip on your wrist slowly lightens. he sits up and observes you, studying you carefully.

“my apologies, miss, i wasn’t familiar with your presence, i acted on instinct. i do hope i didn’t hurt you.”

you smile gently. “no need to worry, my lord, i’m quite alright. you however, are not. you need to rest a bit more, so please lay back down. i shall inform your comrades that you’ve awakened.”

escanor nods, he isn’t going to go against the gentle orders of a woman such as yourself. you’ve gone through the trouble of tending to his injuries, so, of course he’ll comply.

after relaying the news to merlin, you head back into the room to keep tabs on his condition. in your hands is a bowl of food and a glass of water. 

“it’s important that you get your energy back up, my lord. fighting with demons as strong as the ones you face is quite taxing,” you gently set the bowl down in his lap and keep the glass on his bedside.

escanor silently watches as you go about your duties. “thank you, it’s a pleasure to have such a beautiful woman tend to me. i feel better already, thanks to your lovely self.”

your cheeks flush in embarrassment from his praise. who knew this scary man could be such a sweet talker? then again, you heard he was a lover of poetry, so it adds up nicely.

you two spend the hour talking, but it doesn’t take long for trouble to see you guys out. the tavern begins to rock and you’re damn near thrown into the window. if it weren’t for escanor catching you by your wrist, you would’ve gone flying. when the tavern settles down, you’re draped across his lap, wondering if you’d made the right decision in taking up meliodas’ offer to join their crew. 

escanor’s large hand rests on your lower back. “are you alright, my dear?”

“uh, yes… my lord…”

escanor gently lifts you off his lap and gets off the bed. “unfortunately, miss, i have to resume my duties. thank you for your service.” he takes your hand and kisses it before briskly walking out the door and going to join the other sins downstairs and you’re left internally reeling.

“what the hell just happened…”

[venuscxre]

01 | BETRAYAL

summary ; liones’ annual founding celebration takes a turn into the bloodiest day the kingdom has ever witnessed. what’s worse is that its mightiest order of knights have discarded their loyalty and turned their backs on the realm. what on earth was the king thinking when he established an order of eight terrible criminals?

wc ; 1.4k

tags ; murder, gore, treason.

notes ; can you tell that i was just bullshitting with allioni and his background?

catalogue

THE OUTSKIRTS OF LIONES ; THE CAPITAL CITY.

the grey sky that blankets the kingdom of liones, proves to be a clear sign of an indescribable tragedy. it’s drizzling lightly, the pitter-patter of rain hitting against the cobbled streets. unusually, the city is lifeless, and the eerily quiet atmosphere is reminiscent to that of a ghost town— quite ironic for a kingdom’s capital city, and on the day of its founding, no less

meanwhile, the heavy smell of death lingers in the air. from what can be seen, numerous buildings were collapsed and the debris from the destruction had made home on the streets. only the gods knew what had taken place to have had the capital sitting in destruction, with the citizens and knights alike in a state of disarray.

sky manta soar through the air, holy knights on their backs, surveying the damage from above and looking for any civilians who hadn’t evacuated with the rest— highly unlikely, but still a possibility.

throughout this, a young knight takes slow, cautious steps through the lifeless streets. he looks around, clammy hands gripping tightly onto his sword. he’s a rookie, no doubt, it’s painfully obvious with how terrible his posture is and the poor way he holds his sword.

“hey!”

when a gruff voice calls out to him, the boy lets out a frightened yelp, almost jumping out of his skin in surprise. he whips his head back and breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of another knight bearing the crest of the country, this one far older than he was. thank the gods it wasn’t an enemy; he has no idea what he’s doing, and if he had a run in with the perpetrator of this mess then he’d be dead for sure.

“you got a minute? give me a hand here,” the older knight beckons him over before plodding off down a dark alleyway, not giving him so much as a glance afterward.

“y—yes, sir!”

quickly scurrying over to his superior, the young knight matches his strides, but makes sure to keep some distance between them while they walk through the narrow space.

“where’re you from?” the older man questions, glancing up at the boy from the corner of his eyes.

“i’m from cains, sir,” his voice comes out a little more meek than he had intended. curse this softhearted nature of his. just why did he have to resemble his mother in this way? he loves her, he swears on his life that he does, but he’ll never make it if he continues to be such a wuss!

despite his internal monologue comprising mainly of berating comments towards himself for his cowardly ways, allioni’s fingers nervously fidget with the leather of his scabbard, an attempt to distract himself from his nerves that had been going haywire since he’d been deployed to the scene.

“cains? i’m an old-timer who’s served the kingdom for 40 years, and i’ve never heard of the place.”

“oh... well, that’s not surprising. it’s out in the boonies.”

on one hand, allioni is disappointed that his hometown is so easily glossed over by everyone else in the kingdom, leaving him as nothing but a dirt poor countryside boy compared to his other comrades who had been born and raised in the more popular areas of the kingdom, and were relatively more well off than he is.

but on the bright side, there’re others in the same predicament which gives him a little semblance of relief. he doesn’t feel too bad about it, he guesses.

while the blond knight delves back into his seemingly never ending thoughts, a long beat of silence settles between him and his superior. the older knight took his time to observe the boy, noting his nervous body language and his fidgeting. he calls him out on it.

“you know, if you’re this flustered, there won’t be any hope for you becoming a holy knight’s apprentice.”

the boy’s shoulders sag, but the look on his face conveys he’d already come to terms with his fate. “no, i could only dream of it. i could never be a holy knight.”

the older man released a sigh, regretting holding the conversation. ‘what a pessimist,’ he shakes his head, unimpressed. ‘i truly fear for this generation of knights. they’re a bunch of weak-willed cowards and spineless fools.’

looking ahead, the older knight is reminded of just why he needed an extra set of hands and immediately realizes that he had just brought a weak-willed coward, in his words, alongside with him. “unfortunately, this will surely be a hard job for someone of your nature.”

allioni raises a confused eyebrow. his gaze then shifts to the scene ahead and he immediately contemplates on gouging his eyes out with the blade at his hip. his confused expression slowly morphs into one of pure terror, cold sweat starting to break out on his face. nothing, no amount of training drills or regimens could’ve ever prepared him for what he’s just bore witness to.

“are these...” he begins, but the words die in his throat. it felt as if his lungs have closed up, preventing him from taking in any air. he feels his chest heave and his body tremble, and everything in his body is urging him to run or look away at the very least, but he couldn’t.

“holy knights, one and all,” the older moves closer to the bloody scene, leaving the young allioni to come to his senses. but how could he? in front of them was a bloodbath. seeing the essence of life of not one, but numerous of knights like him; strong, honoured knights, make one with the concrete was enough to send him spiralling down into the depths of regret.

regret for dreaming of one day becoming a strong holy knight. regret for leaving home to the barracks despite his widowed mother’s pleas. he should’ve listened to her, his father died in war after all. she didn’t want to lose her son the same way she lost her beloved.

‘mother, when i see you next, i’ll beg for your forgiveness. i’ve been a fool.’

“hurry up, boy! we haven’t all day.”

allioni jolts and hesitantly moves forward. he recognizes the place as the town square, but right now, it was nothing more than the deathbed for numerous holy knights, all either impaled by their own weapons or crushed to death by the huge pieces of debris. the lot of them were lying in pools of their own blood. some still warm, while others were... not so much...

“wh—what happened here,” forcing the words out of his mouth, allioni feels nauseous and heavily dizzy. this would definitely serve to be a nightmare for many years to come.

“what happened?” the older knight echoes, a cold expression settling on his face. “use your eyes, boy. they were butchered. in the blink of an eye at that. now, quit standing there like an idiot and come help me confirm who these people are, or would you rather mop up the blood?”

the younger knight is aghast, trying to push down the bile that’s rising up his throat. he had to help confirm who these people were and clean up this mess? the thought alone made him want to vomit. just what in the world had happened? who was evil enough to do this? those thoughts plague his mind, and spur on a headache.

he takes in deep breaths through his mouth to calm himself, breathing in through his nose would only let him smell the metallic undertone that blood carries with it. he would most definitely throw up if he smells that.

while he helps confirm the deceased, taking time to pray for them as well, a single question keeps repeating in his mind. he has to know who did this. “u—um, sir...? if you don’t mind me asking, was this the work of an assassin?”

a tense silence follows after his question. “this was no assassin. we were betrayed, by the strongest soldiers we ever had.”

those words were like a bucket of ice cold water being poured onto him. they not only sent a shiver down his spine, but, it also sent his entire world crashing down when he came to the realization of who was responsible for this massacre. “y-you don’t mean... no way... it couldn’t be...”

allioni adamantly refuses to believe that his heroes were capable of turning their backs to their own country, but then again, all the members were originally criminals in one way or another, so this level of treason was to be expected. “oh, but it is. that’s right, the eight deadly sins are the ones responsible for this.”

[venuscxre]

LOVER’S ROCK .ᐟ

summary ; boyfriend!lancelot headcannons.

request ; “ lancelot bf headcannons plsss he’s so underrated. ” — anon

pairing ; lancelot / black gn!reader

tags ; fluff, established relationship.

notes ; another lancelot request for the lancelot fans!! it’s pretty short tho.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

lancelot is the type of boyfriend who teases his partner a lot to the point that people wonder if he even loves them, but he’s really protective. like, if someone else teases them or makes fun of them, someone’s family will be planning a funeral and it won’t be his or his partner’s.

lancelot is the type of boyfriend who has no clue on how to express himself with words and sticks to acts of service, gift giving and quality time to convey to his partner how much they mean to him. he gets little trinkets that remind him of them or makes poems for them; as corny as it sounds. he’s better putting his words down on paper than saying them outloud.

lancelot is the type of boyfriend to leave little reminders around his partner’s living spaces because he knows just how forgetful they are. he’ll leave little notes like ‘don’t forget to do the laundry,’ ‘you still need to restock on salt,’ ‘drink water or you’ll pass out from dehydration.’ he even signs them off with little hearts next to his name like: ‘lance <3’.

lancelot is the type of boyfriend that’s comfortable with certain types of pda. obviously he’s not going to have a full on make-out session in public, but he’s going to let everyone knows that he’s in a relationship and he’s proud of his partner. hand holding, forehead kisses, chaste kisses to the lips, an arm around the waist. all the small touches convey just how affection he holds for his partner. he’s not a shy guy when it comes to making them feel loved.

adding onto my point above, lancelot is extremely cuddly in private. you damn near have to pry him off you when you need to pee. if you’re cooking something, he’s hugging you from behind and watching you cook, if you’re doing the laundry or restocking up on food, he’s going to be there, to lend a hand of course, but mostly to be near you. and when you guys are having your midday naps? god, he has a vice grip on you that you actually have to use magic to get him off. he still ends up following you to the bathroom, demanding that you hurry up so he can get his cuddles.

lancelot lets his partner dote over him when he’s ‘sin’. he basks in their attention and loves it when they brush his fur or bathe him or pamper him in general. he’s almost always in his fox form unless he wants to actually get attention from them when he’s not in that form. head scratches are his favourite all around, though. the minute their nails are scratching his scalp, that man is gone.

lancelot is the type of boyfriend to indulge in all his partner’s tomfoolery. he’ll play pranks on anyone and everyone with them if it makes them happy. he’s also very naturally mischievous, so a win is a win.

lancelot is the type of boyfriend to talk about the most random shit at the most unholy hours just because he can’t sleep. if he can’t get his beauty rest, then neither can his partner. they both end up talking about the dumbest things ‘till the wee hours of the morning.

lancelot is the type of boyfriend to let his partner cuntify him. they want to do his hair? sure. they want to dress him up all slutty and what not? he’s down. they want to paint his nails while talking shit about people they hate? get the nail polish, bitch, he’s all ears.

lancelot is the most unserious mf ever to date. he’ll literally read your mind and embarrass you. better go to elaine and get her to teach you how to conceal your thoughts because her son loves to air out dirty laundry. trickass bitch.

lancelot is a protective boyfriend but not overbearing. he just wants to know what you’re doing, where you’re going and who you’ll be with. all of this is good for him. he can’t go without knowing if you’re safe where you are or what you’re doing.

lancelot is a great boyfriend overall. 10/10 would date <3

[venuscxre]

HEATHENS’ CATALOG

SEASON I , ACT ONE ; TRAITORS !!

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

⤷ liones’ annual founding celebration takes a turn into the bloodiest day the kingdom has ever witnessed. what’s worse is that its mightiest order of knights have discarded their loyalty and turned their backs on the realm. what on earth was the king thinking when he established an order of eight terrible criminals?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑

⤷ it’s a relatively peaceful day at the boar hat tavern, booze, food and even talking pigs! nothing could go wrong, right? wrong!! things take an unexpected turn when the rumoured “wandering rust knight,” a supposed member of the eight deadly sins, stumbles into the bar.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

⤷ after the boar hat owners nurse the wandering rust knight back to health, they being their interrogation. however, they’re met with more unruly customers; the holy knights.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐁𝐃𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃

⤷ in the works.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍...

[venuscxre]

HEATHENS

⤷ ⸝⸝ THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS X BLACK!FEMALE READER INSERT

❝ IN WHICH, the third princess of liones sets out on a journey to save her kingdom from the oppression of the holy knights after the arrest of her family and the launch of a coup d’état. she’s made up her mind to find and receive the help the members of the eight deadly sins; the world’s greatest order of knights, and britannia’s most wanted order of criminals. ❞

content warning ; heavy plot and dialogue change, original characters included, overpowered!reader, major and minor character death, mentions of murder and attempted murder, gore, vulgarity, graphic descriptions of injuries and dead bodies, implied addictions such as but not limited to; smoking and alcoholism, sensitive mental health topics. reader discretion is advised.

[venuscxre]

FOUR KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE .ᐟ

⤷ ❝ famine, pestilence, war and death. four holy knights of four great disasters who will destroy the world. ❞

⭑.ᐟ ONESHOTS ; DRABBLES

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

⭑.ᐟ HEADCANNONS

𝐍/𝐀

⭑.ᐟ REQUESTS

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑

⤷ the tristan platoon are supposed to be having a sleepover together, and as the prince’s younger sibling, naturally you’re invited to join them. however, lancelot is there too and he makes it his goal to get on your nerves. but, there’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix!

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃’𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃

⤷ lancelot x cupid!reader headcannons.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏

⤷ arguments with lancelot are not just rare, they’re painful as well.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊

⤷ boyfriend!lancelot headcannons.

𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

⤷ boyfriend!tristan x giant gf!reader headcannons.

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊

⤷ baking with lancelot might seem fun, but you know what isn’t? not being able to bake. luckily, lancelot is a great teacher.

⭑.ᐟ SERIES

𝐍/𝐀

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[venuscxre]

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS .ᐟ

⤷ ❝ this is a tale of ancient times; one long before the human and non-human worlds were forever divided. ❞

⭑.ᐟ ONESHOTS ; DRABBLES

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 / 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

⤷ as you drown in stress, curtsey of your mother and the ministers of her court, ludociel takes it upon himself to get you to relax.

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃

⤷ at the height of the holy war, the goddess clan suffers a great loss, but ludociel’s loss is greater.

⭑.ᐟ HEADCANNONS

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

⤷ ludociel is a passionate lover, but he is also someone who has trouble expressing himself properly with words; what better way to convey his love for you than with kisses?

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘

⤷ under editing.

⭑.ᐟ REQUESTS

𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

⤷ escanor finds himself in a precarious state after facing off assault mode meliodas. naturally, you’re tasked with bringing him back to peak condition.

⭑.ᐟ SERIES

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒

⤷ in which, the third princess of liones sets out on a journey to save her kingdom from the oppression of the holy knights after the arrest of her family and the launch of a coup d’état. she’s made up her mind to find and receive the help the members of the eight deadly sins; the world’s greatest order of knights, and britannia’s most wanted order of criminals.

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